Mr. Bobbsey wished to ask one of the railroad men in the big station some
questions about the trunks, and he also had to send a telegram, so, while
he was doing these things, he told his wife and children to sit down and
wait for him. Mrs. Bobbsey led Nan and Bert and Flossie and Freddie to one
of the many long benches in the large depot, but the two smaller twins
were so excited at being in such an immense place that they had not been
seated more than a few seconds before they jumped up to gaze all about
them. Bert and Nan, too, though older than their brother and sister, were
much astonished at what they saw.

"Why--why!" gasped Freddie, "it's bigger than our armory at home!" for in
Lakeport there was a big hall where the soldiers drilled.

They started off to walk around the large depot, which, as you who have
seen it know, takes up a whole New York City block, or "square," as you
will say if you live near Philadelphia.

Mr. Bobbsey's business took him a little longer than he expected, but as
Bert and Nan begged to be allowed to buy a little candy at the newspaper
stand near them, and as Mrs. Bobbsey wanted a magazine, the getting of
these things took a little time, so the three did not notice how long Mr.
Bobbsey was away from them.

When he came back, having sent his message and found out what he wanted to
know, the twins' father asked:

"They're walking around, just seeing how big the station is," said Nan.

"Trying to find out how much larger it is than our armory at home," added
Bert with a laugh.

"Well, I hope they don't get lost," said Mr. Bobbsey, "This place is a
good deal larger than our armory. I'd better go to look for them," he went
on as a glance around, near the news stand, did not show the two little
ones anywhere in sight.

"No, you'd better stay here with your mother," said his father. "I don't
want you getting lost, too." And he smiled at his son. "Stay right here.
I'll not be long."

But if Mr. Bobbsey thought he was going to find Flossie and Freddie soon
he was disappointed. He wandered about under the big glass roof, which at
first the two younger twins had taken for the sky; but he did not see
Flossie or Freddie.

"Has yo'all done lost suffin, boss?" inquired one of the colored porters.

"Oh, I'm not worried," answered Mr. Bobbsey, with a smile. "But it is time
for us to go, and I want them. Did you see them--two little ones--about so
high," and he held his hand a short distance above the stone floor. "They
have light hair and blue eyes."

"Oh, no; he's all right. But he's gone off down the street, and he went
into a store where there was a lot of bugs in the window, and he says he's
going to buy some. I want some bugs, too!"

"What in the world is she talking about?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey, who from
where she sat had seen her husband and little girl and had hurried on to
join them.

"She says Freddie went down the street," explained Mr. Bobbsey, "and that
he----"

"Yep! He went in a store with a lot of bugs in the window!" said Flossie
again. "They're great big bugs and they walk around and around and
around!" and she shook her flaxen head as hard as she could, as she often
did when excited.

"What in the world do you mean?" asked Nan, who, with Bert, now joined
their father.

"Freddie must have gone outside the depot to go down a street," said Bert.
"Maybe she means he went into an animal store, where they sell monkeys and
parrots."

"No, they weren't any monkeys--nor parrots, either," said Flossie. "But
some of the big bugs were green like a parrot. And we didn't go outdoors,
either."

"Then show us where you did go," ordered Mr. Bobbsey quickly. "I think we
can find Freddie that way. Did you go into the store with him?" he asked
his little girl.

"Nope. I ran back to get the money to buy the bugs that crawl around and
around and around, and go in a little door all by theirselves!" said
Flossie, who was not breathing so fast now.

"What is it all about?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey. "We seem to have found a queer
part of New York as soon as we arrive."

"It's over this way," and Flossie, taking her father's hand, pulled him in
the direction from which she had come. Up a flight of broad stone steps
she led him, the others following, until, as they approached the main
entrance of the station, Flossie pointed and said:

"There's the street with all the stores on it. Freddie went down there,
and we stopped in front of a window where the bugs are, that go around and
around and----"

"Yes, dear, we know all about how they go around," said her mother, with a
smile. "But show us where Freddie is."

"Oh, I see what she means!" exclaimed Mr. Bobbsey. "It's the arcade. This
is part of the depot--the vestibule, so to speak," he went on. "It's the
entrance, and it is so big that there is room for stores on either side.
It does look like a street."

And so it did, except that there were no automobiles or wagons in it--just
people hurrying along. On either side of the arcade were stores, where
fruit, candy, toys, flowers and other things were sold. You can imagine
that a station which has room in it for many trains, automobiles and
thousands of people easily has room for stores also.

"Come on--right down this way!" called Flossie, hurrying ahead of the
others, "I'll show you where the bugs are."

"The bugs that go around and around and around," laughed Bert, in a low
tone to Nan.

"Oh, I do hope Freddie hasn't gotten into any trouble," sighed Nan, who,
though she was only ten years old, felt much more grown up than either
Flossie or Freddie.

"Here are the bugs!" cried Flossie, a little later, and she stopped in
front of a station toy store, in the window of which a young man was
showing how big tin bugs would move along on a spring roller that was
fastened beneath them. There were green, red, yellow and spotted bugs,
and they did indeed go "around and around and around," as Flossie had
said, and some of them steered themselves, when started by the young man,
into the door of a little pasteboard house, where all the toy tin bugs
seemed to live.

"There's Freddie now, buying a bug!" cried Flossie, as she saw through the
store door her brother talking to a clerk. And the clerk was showing
Freddie how the bug "walked" on the wooden roller which answered for legs.

"I want a bug, too!" Flossie cried, and into the store dashed the little
girl. "I've brought back Papa and Mamma and Bert and Nan," Flossie
explained to her brother. "They all want to see the bugs."

"Well!" exclaimed the man in the store. "This is going to be a busy day
for me, I guess," and he smiled at the Bobbsey family.

"Can I have three of these bugs, Daddy?" asked Freddie, just as if he had
caused no trouble at all by going off as he had done.

"Well, we'll get you all something, and then we must start for our hotel,"
said Mr. Bobbsey. "Come, Freddie, pick out the bugs you want, and don't
run away again. You might get lost, even if you are only in the railroad
station."

"I couldn't get lost--Flossie knew where I was," said Freddie. "I sent her
back to bring you, so you could pay for my bugs."

Then the two younger Bobbseys looked over about all the toy tin bugs in
the station store, and finally picked out those they wanted, though it
took some little time. Bert's and Nan's gifts were wrapped up long before
Freddie could make up his mind whether to take a blue bug, striped with
green, or a purple one, spotted with yellow, finally making up his mind
that the last was best.

Then, after all the baggage had been collected, the family was ready to
start for the hotel where they were to stay while in New York. Mr. Bobbsey
wanted to get a taxicab, but Flossie and Freddie had heard of the elevated
trains, which ran "in the air," and they wanted to go in one of them,
saying it would be such fun. So, as it was almost as near one way as it
was the other, Mr. Bobbsey consented, and they set off for the elevated
railroad.

"Oh, there goes a train!" cried Flossie, as they came in sight of the
station, which was high above the street, set on iron pillars, some of
which also held up the elevated track. "Just think, Freddie, we're going
to ride on a high train!" Flossie was quite excited.

Flossie and Freddie ran on ahead up the elevated stairs, and just as their
father was buying the tickets, to drop in the little box where the
"chopper" stood, working up and down a long handle, a train rumbled into
the station.

The iron gates of the car platforms were pulled back, several persons
hurried off and others hurried on. Flossie and Freddie, thinking this was
the train their parents, Bert and Nan, were going to take, and, being
anxious to get seats near the window where they could look out, rushed
past the ticket chopper, darted through the open gates and into one of the
cars.